Having spent nearly half a day sulking in the wilderness that surrounds the city, Sniper finally caved to his major vice of modern man: coffee. He wasn't ready to actually go back- he was still struggling to come to terms with the fact that he was in the future, his parents were long-dead, and there were voices and talking animals appearing on the
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Without taking his eyes off the skyline he reaches into his ammo pouch and pulls out his scope. It might not have a gun attached to it anymore but at least it still functions. Very, very cautiously he moves himself up to the ridgeline of the roof and aims his scope in the direction of where he thinks the shot came from. He sees a familiar tinge of RED and ducks down instantly. Crap. The other Sniper would show up when he doesn't have a gun.*
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Another moment passes, then another; RED maintains his watch through the scope, though his smile fades as the man fails to reappear. He mumbles to himself:]
Any time now, you can get your gun. I'll wait.
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Great, he's trapped on his own roof by a man with infinite patience just waiting to shoot him off of it.
Just then he hears some muffled sounds coming from his comm, he pulls it out without looking at it, still keeping his eye on the roofline, fully expecting it to be Pyro telling him she made corndogs or wondering if he wants to come see some stupid trick her disgusting pet slug can do. Then he looks down at the screen and groans audibly.*
Bloody 'ell..
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Oh look, he was right. Now how had that sheila in the dress told him to use this thing, again? Maybe he'll just give talking to it a try, like a camera.]
Fancy meetin' you here. You gonna take all day, or did you miss enough shots already that you're out of bullets?
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Jus' my luck you'd show up.
*He glances back to the roofline then back to the comm. It hurts every fibre of his being to admit this, but he manages to keep that off his face.
Well for everyone but other people who read line face.*
You think if I 'ad my gun you'd still be sittin' in that tree?
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With as slow a shot as you BLU blokes are, yes.
[He pauses, going from the scope back to the communicator.]
This ain't gonna be much of a challenge if you're not even trying. Maybe if you ask nicely, I'll let ya go get it. Just this once.
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*He snorts at RED's suggestion that he should beg for his life. His face contorts into disgust for a moment and then back to stoneface glare.*
Not a chance.
*Of course that means he's trapped on the roof. And he can't get his hat or the pieces of the Machina that are on the other side.*
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[RED goes back to the scope. Or does he have his gun? He scans the roof, catching sight of the pieces of the rifle. Looks like it's one of those fancy numbers with the tracer rounds. Or it was, at any rate.
An indistinct noise escapes him as he grimaces- slightly, but the expression is apparent enough to those who can read those lineface types. Not that he's going to admit sympathy or anything.]
Right. We'll just wait here, then. Ya might still change your mind.
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I 'ave it.. it's just not.. In workin' order.
*And it's not about to be in working order anytime soon. When he glances back at the screen he can tell instantly that RED sees what he's talking about. This is almost worse than being shot by the guy. He feels exposed.*
I'm not gonna change my mind. I got all day t' stay up here.
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[His voice has about as much sympathy as it gets, which honestly isn't much. He has both hands on the gun again as the device is leaned on his arm.
He gives a curious glance to the screen.]
What'd you do to it?
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*He grunts in frustration and glares at the other Sniper.*
It fell. From a couple hundred feet up onto concrete. I'm tryin' t' put 'er back together an' then some bloody piker interrupted me.
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Loike you'd know anythin' about a precision instrument loike that.
*He leans back against the roof and tries to get comfy, he's gonna be up there a while.*
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[He gets comfy on the branch, as well- well, as comfy as one can get in such a position. Time for the waiting game.]
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*He tucks the comm into his vest pocket. He can still hear RED and RED can hear him, but at least he doesn't have to look at the other Sniper anymore. And BLU's pretty sure he probably looks as devastated about his gun as he feels.*
You probably couldn't hit me with it anyway. I'd 'ave a better chance peggin' you with the pieces of my gun than you actually hittin' me.
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Maybe we oughtta test that theory. How's about you run for what's left of your gun, I fire, and we see who drops dead first.
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